Lailah: The Milestone

She'd have whoever the f** she wants...

       "What again do you want, woman? Guessed we made it clear to you that we do not want to see you around her no more. Better if you'll do the favor of returning to wherever the fuck you came from."

   Jimin could feel the pressure of her presence heating on his mental ken. He couldn't handle it anymore. He was raging and felt like smacking her but he was very much a gentle one. And what gentle man in his right man would deem it sane to raise his hands against a lady. By extension, no man should even think of it. 

    He was doing a lot of thinking and he didn't need that. 

     He was standing at the door, and she was standing before him. 

     "I can see only a person around. Where are the "we"?"

    She said, tossing her head to and fro as though she was bewitched. She didn't give a damn how mad or angry he was with her. She would get whatever she wanted and that was it. 

     If she wouldn't get it by the natural order, she'd go fetish. Or why the fuck was she a Nymph if she failed to ensure that?

      "Nice play, whore."

    Jimin pushed the words out as hardly as he could. But she wasn't moved by it. Or she didn't seem to. 

     "Language."

    She put one of her left fingers to his lips. He felt the urge of biting the finger off, but that'd smear his pedigree of being civil. 

    He rather swiped her hand off with was close to a punch. She should feel the pain?

    "What are you even doing around here? I thought you've been swallowed by some generous peril. You know, that'd be the nicest nemesis nature could lend you after making  confetti of a family of three grown men."

    She wasn't feeling him. He could tell from the way she looked at him. Her eyelids tossed to and fro by the pride swelling at the base of her jaws. 

   Well twas hard to tell if she had jaws. Skins like super thick fillets mashed her face into a proper circle. Hell! She was a beauty. 

     "Save me the sermon, Jim. I'm only here to collect few of my things."

    She said.

     "What things? Didn't you --"

    She chopped his words by pointing that same finger on his chest. 

    He felt a force push him away from the door sideways, while she swayed in her heavy shape. 

    The door jammed itself. 

    Jimin's eyebrows were raised. A relative reaction.

     He watched her move to the bed and sit. 

   He knew where that would lead to. He knew what kinda psycho she a was. She was hell of a Seductress. 

   But he wasn't like his elder brother, Lao Tzu, who had relocated because of her. He was living in the next neighboring villager, Uhukhi. 

   Lao Tzu had told him that he had no strength and grit to withstand her beauty. He would collapse under her wills and be made her puppet. 

   And knowing that she had caused what was close to the death of the eldest of the family and ruined the bond, he wouldn't want to have anything to do with her anymore. 

     But Jimin had promised to stand his ground. He wouldn't be sent out of his motherland because of some spiritual Seductress. He would fight her and wouldn't be swayed by whether or not her beauty.

    And that was what he was doing. At least, what he thought he was doing. 

     "Lailah, I'm sure the bed ain't part of the things you came to grab. Plus, for the records, if there's any, I don't remember you bringing anything in here. You barely spent a night here. Cos I could recall that we were walked upon. Like caught in the act."

   He stopped talking and walked to stand before her. He had his arms tucked into each other over his chest. 

    He sighed and continued,

     "So, cut the charade and leave honorably. Like a sensible maiden. If you're one. Or, get thrown out cos I can't put up with your madness anymore. How the hell would go sleeping around searching for the biggest dick. Isn't that sick to you. Even if you're a Nymph, for all I care, don't Nymphs think?"

    He was exhausted. 

    "You know what, I don't know why I'm having this conversation with you. Just stand up and walk out. Like right now!"

   He barked. He was loosing it. His palms were running across his face and over his head. 

 And all the indifferent Lailah did was pouted, supporting her chin with her delicate hand. 

    "You seemed to had missed out a part. Maybe poor rehearsals."

   She said and stood, measuring him up. There weren't much different in height.  

    She acted as though she was gonna run him over like a rollercoaster. 

     Jim couldn't take it anymore. He tossed his head to the left and brought his face closer to her. He could feel her rugged breath. 

    "You think this is a screenplay or some history rematch between Tetraites and Spiculus in Roman Colosseum?"

   He screamed. She kissed him. Light and gently but he pulled his mouth away and almost slapped her. 

    "They weren't much of rivals." 

    She said moving closer to him as he moved backwardly. 

    "What history do you know? We send men against themselves and watch them dance to our tune. You should be honored that I want to lay with you."

   He was thinking of what to do to her but his thoughts were crippled. 

   An instinct acted as a precaution and kept rehearsing that she was as dangerous as Armageddon. 

    He knew he would get to a corner of the room where he would have no choice but to stop and then would the beast in him be unleashed. 

   He got there. Now! Let's see the beast. 

    "Control me? You wish."

   He hurled. He could feel the curve of the oak tree supporting the corner of the room poking his back. 

    "Let's see what you got then?"

    She dared. Twas her thing. 

    He tried to slap her but he couldn't raise neither of his hand. He wanted to kick her in her Vulva but he couldn't move his leg. Neither could he move his head, though he badly wanted to headbutt her fucking gorgeous face. Damn! She was hell of a torment. 

   He was at that moment her puppet. 

    "Sweet talks, eh?"

    She chuckled and began to blow him towards the bed. 

     "You know, I could make love with you while you stand?"

    Her left palm was on his chest caressing. The caress had a force to it. Twas what pushed and turned him towards whichever direction she wanted him. 

   His legs were no longer on the floor. They got to the bed. 

    She released and he fell on his back in the bed. 

     "Do you like this?"

    She climbed on him and began to rock her heavy body on him, her bounty boobs roughening his robe. 

     "How about this?"

    She began to rub her hand over the erection. 

   Then there came a knock on the door.